waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?
★when he first wakes to see your sleeping naked form next to him he’s sit upright in horror ★after finding the condom wrapper on the floor next to his clothes he’d chill out ★he’d wash, dress then go out to the kitchen ★when you wake to an empty bed, you think the small flashes of memory from last night were just part of your dream ★but after a few minutes, coffee begins to spread it’s delightful aroma around your room ★you wrap yourself in your dressing gown and follow the scent to it’s source ★and looky here ★a minseok ★upon hearing your footsteps, he turns to offer you a small smile ★'morning’ ★'hi’ ★'i raided your cupboards to make breakfast’ ★you’d laugh at how cute and chill he was ★moving to sit on the counter next to him ★he’d give you a mug of coffee and offer a plate of pancakes ★'so about last night…’ you looked over his face ★'from what i remember it was good. and it’s nice not waking up to chaos like at the dorm’ ★you finished your coffee and set your mug down for him to refill ★'i’m surprised your still here’ ★'you’re my best friend and you think it’d hit and run?’ he’d pout as he sat opposite you ★'isn’t that how one night stands work? you hit it and run?’ ★oh boy you’ve set him off laughing ★'i’m more of a hit and make sure the lovely victim has my details. just in case’ he’d wink ★you two would spend the morning drinking coffee and talking about everything hes done while off on tour
★upset bub p.1 ★you’d left after waking up ★only leaving a note for him ★so many questions would run through his mind ★would you ever want to talk to him ★should he call you? ★send you flowers? ★diddly darn he was stuck ★he ended up calling you ★'hi, i’m sorry if you’re upset with me’ ★'myeon, i wanted to stay, but i had work’ you’d laugh ★'i thought you’d left because you were upset!’ ★'not at all, i had fun last night’ ★'oh’ ★'yeah’ ★'i can pick you up after work and take you for lunch’ ★'that sounds great’ ★WOW WEE ★he would dress up nice and take you to a fancy ass place ★he’d treat you like a goddamn prince/princess
★baby boy would be so god damn fluffy ★like he’d just explode with warmth and love and giggles when he sees you sleeping next to him ★he’ll move his hand to your hair and play with the strands lovingly until you wake up ★'good morning, baobei’ ★your little sleepy grunt in reply would make him giggle ★he’s pet your hair and hold you close until you’re fully awake to talk ★'should we wash and then go for breakfast?’ ★'can’t we stay here longer?’ ★'we can do whatever you want’ ★cuddles upon cuddles upon cuddles ★and mindless chit chat ★how could cuddles in bed with this precious lamb be bad?
★you’d wake up before him ★you kinda just laid there for a bit debating what to do ★do you wake him ★or just leave?? ★you decided to have a shower first ★and if he wasn’t awake when you were out, you’d write a note to him and leave ★so off you went ★halfway through washing your hair, the curtain was pulled back ★and this pup was just stood watching you ★you tried your best to cover yourself ★he just laughed and shook his head ★'you weren’t doing that last night. in fact, you couldn’t get your clothes off any quicker’ ★'shut up baek’ ★he’d just tease your mercilessly ★you turned the shower head to wet him ★which shut him up ★he kinda just stared ★which made you think he was mad ★but he suddenly just pushed into the shower with you ★'that wasn’t nice’ he’d pout, pushing you back against the wall ★'neither was leaving me bed on my own’ ★'not my fault you wouldn’t wake up’ ★'i worked hard last night i deserve a lay in’ ★it would just be none stop giggles, kisses and cuddles for the day
★upset bub p.2 ★he’d watch you sleep for a few minutes before dressing and going to eat ★he felt bad that your first time together was when you were both out of your mind ★as he was drinking his milk, he’d hear your foot steps ★he went full !!!!!! mode ★when you came into the room, he’d do his best to hide ★and by hide i mean he’s stood behind the curtains ★'i see you dae,’ ★'dae? who’s dae? i know no dae’ ★it would make you laugh ★which then caused him to grin ★'you’re not mad at me?’ ★'what’s done is done’ ★'i’m mad at me for not remembering. maybe we should have a repeat’ he’d wink ★'shut up’ ★'yes captain’
★this poor guy ★he had it all planned out on what to do when the two of you woke up ★he’ll run you a bath, let you raid his wardrobe so you’re comfy then make you breakfast ★he’d straight up just have a stroke when he doesn’t hear you snoring ★are you deaD???////???? ★HOLY SHIT HE’D KILLED YOU?! ★it was supposed to be romantic and now he’d killed you ★shit ★oh no ★nevermind ★bless, his face would all be screwed up as he let his thoughts went mad ★you’re now staring at him with a confused look on your face ★'what are you thinking about?’ you’d ask with a laugh ★'how to bury your body’ ★'oh’ ★'nO SHIT I MEANT WHAT I’M GOING TO COOK YOU FOR BREAKFAST’ ★his little cheeks would be bright red ★his plans were blown ★'breakfast sounds really good, actually’ ★his famous grin would sprout on his face before he leans in and kisses your head ★'eggs and bacon coming your way’ ★he’d jump out of the bed in such a rush to cook ★that he ended up tripping ★and now he’s just curled up naked on your floor ★real good going, chanyeol ★'just come back to bed for a while. i’ll cook when i get up’ ★he’ll dive right back in and nuzzle his face into your neck ★'it was supposed to go better’ ★'i know, chan’
★soft ★v gentle ★11/10 would recommend ★but for real ★the most important thing is that you’re happy and that you’re comfortable ★you two could talk about what happened last night later on ★a shower and breakfast is more important ★so he kinda just shoves you to the bathroom to wash ★while he goes and works his magic in the kitchen ★probably cooks enough to feed the entire city because he’s nervous ★and actually doesn’t even know what your favourite breakfast food is ★when you enter the kitchen you just see all this food ★which you thank him for ★the two of you will eat ★then after your both full, the talk will come ★'how much of it do you remember?’ ★'i remember seeing your stomach after all the teasing you did’ ★'yeah?’ ★'you buff up good’ ★to which he’ll laugh ★you’ll probably just turn the whole situation into a joke ★which always makes the others confused
★let’s be honest here ★this bub ain’t waking up ★so you’ll just grab your stuff and leave ★when he does wake up he’ll probably see your watch you left on the nightstand ★panicccccccccccc ★he’ll rush to your place to talk to you ★'you should’ve woken me up’ ★'i could’ve walked you home’ ★'did you leave because you were embarrassed?’ ★so many questions ★he’d be so worried that it ruined your relationship ★you’d calm him down by patting his shoulder ★if you wanted to talk about it, you two would ★but if you wanted to put it behind you, you two would also do that
★would wake before you ★and just stare ★he’s in awe ★but he’s also really pissed off ★in awe because wow he just had really good sex with the person he holds most dear to his heart ★but WHAT THE FUCK HE BARELY REMEMBERS ANYTHING ★DID YOU ENJOY IT? ★DID YOU MOAN HIS NAME? ★DID HE MOAN YOUR NAME ★WHO WAS IN CHARGE???? ★DID HE CUM BEFORE OR AFTER YOU?! ★his thoughts were cut off by you groaning and stretching out ★you turned your head to see him and offered a sleepy smile before sitting up ★when you reached for your clothes, he’ll pull you back down ★and wrap his long limbs around you ★'stay for a bit’ ★'we can go out for breakfast’ ★it’ll be so nice???? ★probs leads to you two blooming into the hottest couple around ★bc how could he not wake up to you every morning?????
☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.
You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath
you. The smell of cooking bacon and
fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your
boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you. You lean your elbows on the counter and study
him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing. He’s making breakfast. Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast. It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn
attractive. You can’t help but
stare. At the way he looks in just a
pair of tight boxers, his back bare. At
the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over
Y/N likes to think everything had gone back to normal after that
dreadful morning. Harry hasn’t touched the subject, and he seems to be doing
fine. She likes to think everything is okay, maybe he was just having an
unpleasant day and there’s no point at even asking about it and upsetting him
all over again. But she can’t erase the image of his body racking with sobs,
eyes pleading and repentant.
She wants to be able to get past it, but her mind keeps going
back to how she’d cried silently while he was in the shower. How every minute
that passed, sat alone on his couch, all she could think about was that there
was a possibility that when Harry came out, he would tell her that he couldn’t
anymore. He’d break her heart with words of ‘still wanna be your friend. We can still be best friends, like we
were b'fo’.’ But it wouldn’t be like before.
She wants her mind to forget his gasps of ’m'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.’ But
it’s like they’re forever etched into her brain. And every time she looks at
his sleeping body next to her in the morning, it’s all she hears, those words.
So no, everything is back to normal in terms of appearances, but
she’s been having an inner battle with herself that hasn’t let her sleep at
It’s been about two months or so since Harry’s breakdown.
They’ve kept to their daily routine; breakfast, work, the occasional surprise
lunches, and dinner among other things; but they don’t talk about it. And it’s
like when she tries, Harry diverts the conversation to how thrilled he is to
start Dunkirk promo, and of course Y/N can’t press the subject when Harry’s got
a wide smile on his face, happy to recount and retell moments on set.
And though she still couldn’t forget about it, she’d enjoyed breaking
routine, especially for the beautiful scenery that was a wedding in Hawaii.
Harry had been a ray of sunshine. He had introduced Y/N to the few amounts of
people that hadn’t met her yet. Some of them were interested enough to ask how
Harry, a lad who didn’t often engage in proper relationships, had managed to
pull such a beautiful lass. Y/N admits she’d gone a light shade of red at the
comment, never one to confidently accept compliments, and Harry just wouldn’t
shut up about her after that. Not until Y/N playfully slapped his arm after
he’d brought up how she’d made him think she was going out with some other
bloke, blatantly lying to him to his face.
He’d played about with a sweet little girl who’d taken a liking
to him, boop'ing her nose and faking having tripped over something when she
was chasing him, letting her tag him only for her to end up trapped in his
arms. And she loved seeing him so content.
She loved the short stories everyone had to tell about a too
drunk Harry who cuddled anyone from a friend, to a plant
he thought was a friend.
She can’t deny that she’d loved that he was showing her off too.
Especially when his friends would make a comment about how whipped he was,
which only made him smile wider as he kissed her hand (and she’d squirmed and
giggled because his stubble did tickle some).
It’s safe to say that by the end of that trip, everyone and
anyone who’d watched Harry mindlessly kiss Y/N’s temple, arm slung around her
shoulder whilst talking with his friends, were convinced they were it for each
She had never really attended a wedding with him before either.
And she realised that there was something about getting to see him in that
setting that had her wanting exactly that for them one day.
So one can only imagine Y/N’s excitement when Pixie’s invitation
arrived. She’d jumped at the idea of going to Spain, and being Y/N, Harry
couldn’t deny her that.
And now here they are. Watching the sun set over beautiful
waters; rays of orange and yellow and blue adorning the sky.
It doesn’t take much to convince Harry for a picture. All she
really had to is smile at him and he was putty in her hands.
“Wanna look sexy."
"Harry! Just, show me those pearly whites."
"Jus’ take the picture, love.” He’s adamant.
“Harry.” Her tone monotonous, a hand at her hip like
it as she glared at him, a smile playing at her lips.
“Wanna look cool, babe.” He chuckles.
She rolls her eyes, huffing jokingly and holding the phone up
And though he’s not exactly smiling, Y/N can’t think of a better
way it could’ve come out.
Today is nothing short of a fairy tale for Y/N. Her arms around
Harry’s necks. And Harry’s hands on her waist, swaying to none other than
“Song Bird.” He takes to whispering the lyrics to her ear, and he can
feel Y/N’s smile widen when she buries her head in his neck.
Harry likes to think he’s a good dancer, even though he tries to
abstain from any. But with Y/N, it’s different. He’d only halfheartedly tugged
his hand back from hers when she’d tried to pull him up and off his seat, smile
much too sweet to actually deny her of a slow dance. And although usually he
has to have some amount of alcohol in his system to confidently show any of his
moves off on the dance floor, Y/N has him spinning her around gracefully.
When the song nears the end, Harry gives her waist a squeeze
before pulling away and taking her face in his hands, firmly pressing his lips
to hers in hopes he could convey and express every ounce of love he was for her
in that small gesture.
“Ye’ look beautiful, pet,” he whispers, lips grazing
hers, pouting just the slightest for them to meet in a chaste kiss,
“always look beautiful.”
“You’re too much,” she giggles, fingers wrapped around
Harry can only press another kiss to her mouth, too drunk on
love to care about anyone watching.
Harry and Y/N are sat back at their table now. He’d groped at
her hip and plopped her on his lap after the ninth song when Y/N began to
complain about her feet hurting from walking around all day in heels. He’d
moved her hair to fall over her shoulder and kissed across her back and at the
exposed flesh of her neck. They stay like that for a while until he pats the
side of her thigh, at which point she moves to her own seat. Silently, he
gestures for her to lift her legs, and then grabs her ankles and brings her
feet to lay on top of his lap. One by one he unstraps and slips off her heals
and proceeds to dig his thumbs into the dip of her foot, alternating between
the two. And Y/N can’t help but look at how her boyfriend’s brows furrow in
concentration, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as
he works to ease the tension in the muscles. She hums at the touch, Harry
smiling in accomplishment, and squeals when he starts tickling.
“Went from a whipped friend to a whipped boyfriend! S'a
step up Harold!” Grimmy pats his friend’s back, a lopsided smirk with a
clear intent to insult plastered in his face.
And it’s certainly not helping that he’s helping her strap her
heels back on. But again, he doesn’t mind being whipped.
It wasn’t the first time tonite that he’d made the remark either.
He’d made it a game actually. The first was while they were conversing with
Lou. Grimmy had cheekily strolled past them with a smirk and whisper of ‘whipped’. The second, Y/N was at the
fruit bar helping herself to a plate, and Harry kept feeding bits into her mouth
as she went about picking what she wanted. He’d offered to take her plate back
to the table while she reached for the cutlery, and though Grimmy might have
not meant for her to hear it, she still caught the faint ‘whipped’ directed at Harry. The third had been the most embarrassing,
at least for her. They had been chatting to an elderly couple, the husband
retelling of a vacation he’d surprised his wife with only to find out that
cruises weren’t her cup of tea when she wouldn’t come out of their suite
bathroom because even though it was smooth sailing, her tummy just couldn’t
handle it. At one point Harry had perfunctorily brought up their intertwined
hands and pecked at Y/N’s knuckles. Grimmy had, yet again, silently walked up
behind them and sing-songed ‘whi-hipped’,
at which point Y/N swung her arm around, overestimating her aim, and socked him
where she thought would have been his shoulder but was really his neck. Harry
had doubled over in laughter at that. Even the wife whose eyes had gone wide
couldn’t hold back. After that, Grimmy didn’t bother him any, only playfully
shot her a glare when their eyes met.
“Nice t’ see ye’ too, ass.”
Despite his comment, Grimmy leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s
cheek. “I’ll take tha’ as an invitation t'sit down with m'favourite
"Grimmy’s just jealous he’s got no one to rub their
feet." Was it childish that Y/N stuck her tongue out at him? Maybe
so, but that’s how their friendship works.
"Oh no sweets. Even if I did m'not touching anyone’s stinky
feet.” Dry humour’s always been Grimmy’s specialty.
“Ye’ really are a catch mate,” Harry jabs, taking a
swig from his water bottle.
Grimmy narrows his eyes, “s'tha’ the same outfit ye’ were
wearing not even two weeks ago, 'arry?”
“Heyyyy!” Y/N chimes, scolding Grimmy with the
sternest face she could pull, “s'my favourite suit of his.”
“Yeh, s'her favourite suit of mine,” Harry mocks. And
they all laugh.
After that, any intention Y/N had of staying sober went out the
window the second Grimmy came up with the brilliant idea of a game where they’d
have to take a shot every time George kissed Pixie.
You’d think she’d turn it down after the last time she’d gotten
sloshed and the fact she’d vowed to take it easy when she did decide to drink.
But Grimmy had called her a ninny because ‘s’okay if ye’ can’t handle ye’ liquor, babe.’ And
even if she couldn’t, which she thinks they both know he’ll probably end up the
winner, she’s certainly not gonna give him the satisfaction of not even trying.
But now, looking back at it, 6 shots in and already feeling it,
Y/N really should’ve known better, should’ve thought before hastily agreeing.
Of course the bride and the groom are expected to share kisses various times
throughout the night at their wedding party. And it was so like Grimmy to
demand they kiss every ten minutes, Harry laughing and nodding his head in
amusement, or disapproval, Y/N’s not entirely sure at this point.
But she does have to admit she’s having a grand time dancing to
“The Time of My Life.” Harry dancing circles around her with his arms
up, mouthing along and shoulder shrugging to the beat, an immense smile on his
perfect face. She throws her head back in amusement, laughing lively.
She secretly thanks the heavens that Harry isn’t partaking in
any drinking, choosing to stick to water, allowing her to use him as leverage
whenever she begins to stumble.
“Okay, think she’s had enough, Grim,” the comment
comes when Grimmy tries to hand Y/N another drink, only for Harry to take it
himself and set it at the edge of the round table, away from Y/N who’s got her
head on his shoulder and is beginning to fully lean into him from
“Oh, poo, you’re no fun.” He sticks his tongue out at
his sober friend before excusing himself when it’s announced that it’s time for
“Feeling a'right, pet?” His thumb rubs circles on her
palm where their hands clasp atop his thigh.
“Hmm.” Her hooded eyes open a tad slighter when she feels
his lips press a kiss to her head before pressing his cheek against her hair.
"Yeah. Need to use the bathroom though."
"C'mon, then.” He takes her hand into his, careful in
helping her up, his free hand at the small of her back to steady her.
“M'fine, babe.” She smoothes out the wrinkles on the
skirt of her dress and grabs her purse from the table.
“Ye’ sure? Don’ mind going with ye’."
"I’ll be fine.” And the giggle emitting from her mouth
when she pecks at his exposed chest can’t be any more endearing. He watches her
walk past tables of guests, a breath of relief to see she’s good on her feet
despite the amount of alcohol she’s consumed.
He sits back down, singlehandedly undoing another button on his
shirt as he brings his arm to rest on the back of the chair Y/N was just
Harry never thought he’d be seeing her face again. It took him a
while to control his paranoia, his hyperactive mind conjuring up what he
thought to be every possible scenario in which Y/N finds out about what he did.
But not this one.
It catches him completely off guard, his body stiffening at the
sight. What throws him off even more is when she spots him and begins making
her way to him.
The closer she gets, the farther he wants to get away.
“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.” Her voice
sends shivers down his spine. She’s looking at him with…desire? It’s all
unappealing if he’s being honest. It feels like she’s trying to lure him in,
the way her eyebrow is raised, eyes a bit squinty as she struts closer. He’s
making it clear he’s uncomfortable, and if she realizes this, she doesn’t show
it, and it doesn’t halt her either.
How was he to know she was a childhood friend of the groom? He’d
never seen her at gatherings before that unfaithful night, but in retrospect,
he too is guilty of going an endless amount of time without talking to his
childhood friends. Harry thinks this is the universe’s way of punishing him for
not coming clean.
His brows furrow in concern. Y/N will be back any second and
he’s sure she’ll ask who this woman standing before him is. And it could go one
of two ways.
Harry can introduce her as a friend, but that’d be betraying Y/N
on a whole other level. Introducing the woman he slept with to his girlfriend.
But he can’t do that. He won’t.
Or. Or what if this woman has the audacity to bring it up. What
if Y/N finds out in the worst way possible.
His hands are sweating in his pockets, body tense.
“Left so early that morning. Didn’t even stay for
breakfast.” The smug look on her face has Harry’s tummy twisting, and he
really wants to slap her hand away the second her fingers make contact with the
fabric of his suit, fingers running over at the lapel.
And he should stop her right there, but his throat is dry and
he’s afraid the second he opens it to add how much of a mistake it was and that
he has a girlfriend, is the moment Y/N over hears the conversation.
“You’re a good fuck, you know. Best I’ve ever
He knows she’s trying to get a response out of him, anything
that might assure her that he’d had a good time too.
But he’s not able to get anything out when he notices her stare
trail behind him.
"Harry.” Her voice just above a whisper, the sound of
heels clicking against the ground growing closer.
½ cup butter Goblin Fat 1 cup white sugar Moon Crystals 2 eggs
Essences of the Unborn
1 teaspoon vanilla extract Ghoul Tears 1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
½ cup all-purpose flour
¼ teaspoon salt Evil Powder ¼ teaspoon baking powder Crushed Reaper Bones
Mix ingredients and pour into a greased and floured 8″ square pan. Bake 25-30 min in a 350 degree oven.
whats so weird abt the taz finale is…like…were all so anxious and nervous like “god griffin dont hurt us too bad w this end!” or “cant wait for griffin to fucking kill me!“ and like…i know yall are tired of "taz fans are relocated homestucks” commentary but i honest to god think its because were comparing taz to homestuck
like when homestuck updated, it was something to fear. whos gonna die this time? whos going grimdark? whos breaking the game from the inside?
there was always something to be fearful of
but taz is…different and i dont think any of us have really gotten past homestuck to see that yet
the taz finale isnt something we should fear, griffin doesnt want to hurt us, this isnt a story of doom and destruction and death, its a story of hope
its honestly one of the most optimistic stories about the apocalypse ive ever seen
dont get me wrong, i loved homestuck, but this finale, compared to act 7, isnt something we should all be worried about or scared for…
griffin mcelroy isnt breaking into our homes to beat us over the head with an upd8
griffin mcelroy is pulling up an extra chair to his figurative dinner table with his brothers and dad and saying “hey! this thing we worked on for so many years, were finally finishing it! hang out for a while and listen, maybe?” and offering you a big plate of pizza rolls
this isnt like when a tv show ends and your afraid of the writers adding some big unnecessary twist to the ending for shock value…griffin has built up this world to make us happy, and i honestly cant see it being something that would upset us or anger us or any of those things. i think it will be beautiful and exactly what we all have truly wanted out of this show: hopeful
Prompt request: Can I request one where Tony Stark has a little sister who’s very sweet to people and believes in second chances? Loki and Bucky are still trying to adjust to being at the tower but she goes out of her way to show them kindness and include them in things. They become an inseparable trio. It annoys Tony so she gets her guys to tease him with her cause he’s ‘jealous he isn’t allowed in their club ’
Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky, Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam WIlson
Warnings: cursing, rude comments, Tony’s kind of a jerk
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write! It was definitely one of the more complex stories, so I wanted to make sure I got it right (hopefully I did). This is my first Loki fanfic, so feedback is always appreciated! Requests and tags are open! As always, thanks for reading!
You plopped your bags on the tiled kitchen floor and sighed as you stretched your sore arm muscles. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Tony,” you said, turning around to face your brother.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your last two bags on the floor. He kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in a hug. “You’re always welcome here.”
You were living in the Avengers Tower for the summer with your older brother, Tony Stark. Okay, so he wasn’t actually your biological brother. In fact, he wasn’t even a brother by marriage. You were Pepper’s seventeen year-old sister, and even though she and Tony broke up more than a year ago, he never stopped loving you like his own sibling. He would still cheer you on at your soccer games, take you to the movies, and just spend time with you. You had been living with Pepper to claim residency in New York to get a cheaper tuition rate at your first-choice college. When Pepper got called away on a job for the summer, it made sense that you would stay with Tony.
“one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment”
for @cupcakecana bc 1) she is an actual cupcake and 2) she wanted happy things so here are happy things -3-
It is a vicious attack that wakes him. First a cold foot to his thigh, and then an unbearable weight on top of him. Natsu grunts into the mattress and drudgingly lifts his head to save himself from certain death by suffocation.
“Food…” Lucy’s breath tickles his ear as she clutches at him like a spider monkey, her voice first thin and whiny and then suddenly rising to a volume that–in Natsu’s humble opinion–shakes the entire bed. “Natsu. Feed me.”
“Lu,” Natsu groans, still half asleep, “It’s the middle of the night. Lemme sleep.”
“Nuh uh.” She doesn’t say anything more, but she doesn’t have to. Because she bites into his earlobe instead.
With a cry, Natsu shoots upright and pins her to the bed. She grins up at him sleepily, and he isn’t sure if he should chide or kiss her. But then her stomach rumbles, and she makes a very pitiful face, and Natsu knows his fate is sealed. No way he can refuse that.
Lucy blinks up at him innocently. “Feed…us…”
“You sound like a monster,” Natsu informs her before releasing her arms and hopping off the bed. He receives a pillow to the head which he doesn’t bother blocking. Laughing to himself, he leaves the room. If he has to make pancakes, he’ll make sure they are enough to soothe his woman. A monster has nothing on her. Natsu grins.
Natsu’s pancakes are messy and not very pretty, but they are always good. (“I cook with love,” he’ll say, “And love tastes best freestyle!” To which Lucy will always roll her eyes and point out he isn’t making any sense. He says he is.)
Lucy awaits him with outstretched arms, a big smile on her face. “That smells great. My saviour!”
“I hope I get more than that title for this,” Lucy’s saviour says, wiggling his brows as he presents her with an entire stack of steaming pancakes.
Lucy’s eyes glint with promise, but then she snorts. “You can have a pancake.”
“Did you say one?!”
“Didn’t you say ‘feed us’?” Eh?” He nudges her side as he slips back under the blanket and she places the plate between them. He enthusiastically grabs a pancake, but almost chokes on it when he sees the expression on her face.
“I didn’t mean you,” she tells him, suddenly quieter, and bites her lip. Half a pancake hangs out of his mouth as he scrunches his brows, slowly processing her words.
His eyes drop to her stomach. Then they grow wide. He lifts them back up to fix them on hers with a silent question.
“It certainly explains all the late night food cravings,” she mumbles with a small smile.
Natsu doesn’t say anything. Slowly, he plucks the pancake from his chin and places it back on the plate. And even slower, pure joy creeps onto his face.
“Another?” he asks, and Lucy can’t hold back a wide, teary smile as she nods, and keeps nodding. “We’re gonna have another baby!”
Natsu isn’t sure what to do first, but his body is faster than his mind. He squeezes her against him, pressing kisses to her head, before releasing her with the widest grin possible. Almost ceremoniously, he takes the plate and offers it to her.
“You can have them all,” he tells her very seriously, knowing by the twitch to her lips that she can barely hold back laughter.
“Why thank you,” she says with a bow of her head, pecking his cheek and then rolling up a pancake to heartily bite into it. Natsu watches her eat (and eat and eat), and when she is done, Lucy grins. “This one definitely has your appetite.”
This is a very quick transcription of a basic spirit gratitude ritual that we do here for our companions at MM. Note that this may not work for every entity (some of our darker counterparts have said something along the lines of “Come on, what am I? An Overlord of Cake?” though most get the gesture and that is what matters.)
This is a small dedication ceremony, so the purpose is to give thanks, and to assert (for the first time, or again on an anniversary/birthday, etc) your intentions with them and what you hope the friendship blossoms into.
You can absolutely do your own variation of this, make it into a party, or really make it yours!
What you will need:
Two tealights or small multipurpose candles
Incense or Singular Purpose (Not used elsewhere) Candle
Tea or Wine (Water if you have neither, or milk if you prefer)
Offerings such as Cake, Candy, Crystals, Seeds, Flowers, etc.
A hand-drawn sigil or heart that has been cut out of the original paper or is on a smaller piece of paper.
1. Lay the three vessels out. Two of them are for any food items you may have or wish to share, so if you aren’t sharing, you will not need them both. We usually share, as it feels more communal that way, which is an energy many entities like. This is up to you and your friend! Arrange them in a triangle with one at the top and two diagonally out from either side.
2. Place and arrange any food items or personal offerings on the two plates, serving them first, and then yourself. If you are using gems, or something inedible, you may still do this symbolically if you wish.
3. Place the two candles on either side of the top plate. Welcome your entities forth as you cleanse the space and consecrate it. Take this time to ground and shield so that you are interacting only with the energies you are welcoming into the space.
4. The Dedication - Have the coin, incense or single use candle, cinnamon, and wine/beverage handy. You may change the phrasing if you wish! State “This is my dedication to you, ____. These are the promises I wish to keep to you, as a friend, as a companion, and as a human counterpart. I thank you so much for choosing to stay here with me, and to help me on my Earthly journey. I value you and look forward to growing alongside you. – Insert any personal dedications here-
5. Place the coin on the top plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this coin symbolize the wealth of our friendship, and the richness that comes from having you in my life.
6. Light the candle or incense and place it on the plate. [Dorm folks can use battery candles!] Say something along the lines of “As this flame alights, I thank you for providing a guiding light and inspiration in my life. Let it symbolize the enlightenment that comes from our friendship.
7. Place the cinnamon on the plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this cinnamon represent the grounded, sturdy nature of our friendship, and the sweetness that comes from working with one another.”
8. Place the beverage on the plate. Say something along the lines of “As the river nourishes the earth and allows for growth, so do we inspire growth and enlightenment in one another. Take this libation as my thanks for being a teacher and a friend.”
9. Lastly, place the hand-drawn figure or sigil on the plate. Say something like “Let this sigil represent the time and effort I dedicate to you as you have dedicated to me. This friendship involves work and passion on both parts, and this is my dedication to you that I will do what it takes to show you the love and respect you have shown to me
10. Say any further prayers or dedications, and feel free to bring out tarot cards at this point and allow them to communicate through that or other mediums of scrying or divination. Leave out the offerings as long as you like, bury them in the earth, or consume them if the entity is understanding and if you cannot afford to waste. Know that portions of offerings do not need to be huge, it truly is the thought that counts.
Note that you can also use apps such as Ghost Radar or Echovox if you use those types of programs, as communication seems to pick up at this time.
We like to do this on saturdays and follow it with divination, wine/beer, and treats. You can also do it with other spirit companion friends of yours and bring different entity families together! This may not be the perfect schematic for all spirit families, depending on cultures, needs, and preferences, but hopefully it will give you a good outline!
I don’t want to be another one night stand... (Not a request)
Note: College AU (no powers), Smut, +18, blow job, protected sex, vaginal fingering, fluff, sadness, Bucky is a playboy at first.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Side Steve x Tony
There was a long thump noise followed by moans as (Y/N) typed away her report while an angered sigh passes through her lips. On the other side of the wall was her roommate James, or Bucky to his friends having sex with another unknown woman of the week. He did this a lot and it was starting ticking (Y/N) off with no understanding as to why this was happening. She was starting to regret agreeing to becoming his roommate considering they had been best friends since before grade school. (Y/N) was trying to finish her report, just needing one more paragraph and this would be down and that’s when the thumping was continuous.
(Y/N)’s eye twitched when suddenly it stopped as she sighed in relief before quickly typing the last paragraph. She let out a noise of happiness that the report was over when she got up to grab a snack from the fridge. That’s when a red haired girl, Natasha?, came out of the room smiling with her hair a mess before she looked to (Y/N). “I borrowed some of your clothes. He said you wouldn’t mind.” Natasha smiles before walking out as (Y/N) stood there with an angered expression on her face when Bucky strutted out of the bedroom in only black boxers. “You look angry? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked opening the fridge as he grabs a bottle of water.
“I am very angry. No. Scratch that. I’m pissed off.” She huffed crossing her arms when he quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” He asked. “You gave another girl some of my clothes, and I had a report due. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with some woman moaning constantly?” She asked glaring at him. “Well Sorry that I’m good at what I do?” He offered as she covered her face letting out a frustrated groan. “You never hear what I say anymore James.” She hissed placing her hands onto her hips. “Awe come on, Natasha will give them back.” He shrugged casually. She wanted so desperately to scream ‘That’s not the point’ to him, but immediately bit her tongue to stop herself.
“Forget I said anything.” She sighed running her fingers through her hair before she walked back to her own room without another word. She wasn’t hungry anymore, too worked up over the whole thing going on with Bucky. It sucked. When Bucky asked her to move in with him she thought he meant that he wanted to be with her, finding out the hard way that night when she heard Bucky with some woman named Peggy. (Y/N) sat with her knees pulled to her chest, wanting to move out has been plaguing her mind since she moved it. Yet she had nowhere else to go, her job wasn’t stable enough to get an apartment on her own, especially not one this close to her school.
She sighed before laying down in bed trying to sleep, but she couldn’t. Her mind was racing with Bucky always being with other women all the time. They say he’s practically fucked every single girl he’s talked to… except (Y/N) and it hurt. Not that she wanted to just be a one night stand for him. She just worried maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for him. There was a blade sinking deeper and deeper into her chest and she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes fluttered shut as she yanked the cover over her face, burying her face into her pillow she let out a sob. Her heart hurt so much yet tomorrow when she’d look at Bucky she’d be that happy go lucky girl once more.
In the morning (Y/N) stood making breakfast, Bucky had another ‘friend’ over and was just finished when Bucky stepped out. “Something smells good.” He said grinning while the young female slipped out as (Y/N) froze for a moment. It was Maria, her best friend she made other than Bucky and Steve. Maria knew about (Y/N)’s love for Bucky and she went behind her back while crushing her like this. “Yeah.” (Y/N) said in a monotoned voice before pointing to the plate of pancakes and bacon. “I have to go to school early.” She said shutting off the stove when she felt his hand on her hips. “You work too hard. Maybe you need a little stress relief~” He flirted.
Without meaning to she slapped his hands away. “I don’t care whoever you decide to fuck, but I’m not going to be on that list.” She spat as his eyes widened before he held his hands up. “Hey are you okay? I was just kidding.” He said chuckling as that pain from last night grew larger. She turned away before immediately grabbing her book bag as she ran out the door. She couldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry over this. He was a free man, but to toy with her emotions like that hurt worse than him admitting he didn’t like her. At least then she could pick up the pieces of her heart without it being as much of a problem. She shook that feeling off as she walked into class.
She quickly went over to her cooking station right beside her other best friend Steve. Now Steve was a good man, well mannered, everything a girl could want in a man. Sadly he was taken, and taken by Tony Stark. Yes, he was gay. The little punk. “Hey.” She smiles softly. “Hey, you okay? You look a little off.” He said quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah, just a tough morning.” She said waving it off. “Bucky?” He asked. “Bucky.” She confirmed. That was the nice thing about having Steve as a friend, he understood what you meant just by saying a few words or nothing at all. “Being an ass?” He asked as she let out a chuckle. “As always.” She said as he chuckles too.
“How about you join Tony and me for lunch after class? It’ll help you get away from Buck for a few hours.” He suggested as she thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She said smiling softly as he smiles back before the teacher cleared her throat. “Let us begin today’s lesson my little chefs!” She exclaims happily as everyone looked to her. (Y/N) had shut her mind off Bucky, off everything that happened for now and focused on what she loved to do the best. Cook. Soon the class was over and she had about two hours free time until her last class for the day. She looked up to see Tony waiting at the door for Steve as she noticed his eyes lit up.
She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how happy Steve was, wishing for herself to be in his shoes with someone. She sighed walking off with them as she notices the eyes staring at Steve with such adoration, such passionate, such bliss. There was that stabbing pain again plaguing within her chest making it harder to breathe as she clenched her fists. She couldn’t let Steve down and say she didn’t want to go anymore, because she really wanted to stay away from Bucky. “(Y/N)?” Tony’s voice knocked her out of her thought as she blushes. “S-Sorry, what?” She asked biting her lip. “I asked you where you wanted to go out and eat for a little bit.” He chuckled.
“Ugh anywhere is fine with me.” She said. “Okay nothing too fancy. I’m almost broke here.” She chuckles. “You still have much to learn.” Tony rolled his eyes as he opened the door for them. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you pay for anything?” Tony asked batting his eyes as she rolls hers. “Yes, because you are taking me out.” She counters getting in the back behind Steve. “That doesn’t mean shit. You aren’t paying.” Tony huffs as Steve looks back nervously. “Tony, stop. If she wants to pay for it you shouldn’t argue with her.” He frowns. “Not paying.” Tony comments as Steve rolls his eyes while Tony gets into the car. “You are hopeless.” (Y/N) resorts as Tony grins. “Thank you.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the school’s parking lot before driving down the road.
(Y/N) enjoyed their company and was dropped off after school. She thanked Tony for the ride before she walked into the apartment while she set down her keys. She frowned noticing that the apartment was very quiet, like too quiet which started to worry her. “James? I’m home.” She called before hearing the shower running and without thinking she opened the door to check on him. Normally he would respond, or something but hearing nothing completely worried her when she froze at the sight she was met with. Bucky was standing there with not a thread of clothing on him as he turned to look at her in shock when she noticed the red mark on his face.
“(Y/N)?” He asked when she immediately went up cupping his face. “What happening to your face?” She asked as his eyes widened even more. “Uh.. The woman I was with liked being a little dominant is all.” He laughs softly. “Oh, Sorry.” She said before she remember that he was still naked before her face lit up as he smirked softly. “I’ll let you alone.” She said immediately running out as she shut the door before going to her room. She screamed into her pillow for a good five minutes before composing herself enough to make dinner for him. She sighed thinking about this morning how harsh she was with her words causing her to bit her lip gently.
She was making chicken stir fry when she heard feet patter into the kitchen as she looked back to see Bucky looking down at the ground. He looked like he was fighting himself when she reached out taking his hand as he jolted before looking at her. “Are you okay?” She asked softly when suddenly he pulled her into a hug as her eyes widened. “Please sleeping with me. We don’t have to do anything. Just please.” He begged against her neck as she froze for a moment. Something told her to say no, but she couldn’t–couldn’t deny Bucky anything even if she wanted to. “Alright James. I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered before almost immediately regretting those words.
“Thank you.” He whispered as she offered him a plate. “Eat. Since you think you can live off Lucky charms.” She huffs as he grins taking the plate. “You could.” He said sitting at the table as she got her own plate. “Yeah for like two weeks you’d either die of a sugar coma, or get tired of eating them.” She laughs before sitting across from him. “You underestimate me.” He said taking a bite of the food as she rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you could go at least two months.” She said as he nods. “That sounds more like it.” He chuckled. “But as long as you are here I don’t have to.” He said as she slowly swallowed some of her chicken she had been eating.
“Right.” She chuckles softly before they ate in silence for a few moments when he decided to change the topic. “You were a little later than usual. What were you up to?” He asked as she shrugged. “Just hanging out with Steve and Tony.” She said smiling. “How are they?” He asked trying to get the conversation going. “They’re okay. Tony is going to give Steve a promise ring soon.” She chuckles softly as he grins. “That’s good. Steve deserves that happiness.” He said as something flashed in his eyes that almost looked like pain. “Yeah, Steve is definitely one in a million.” She laughs it off before she takes their empty plates over to the sink to wash them.
Afterwards (Y/N) got a shower, brushed her teeth and put on her regular night clothes consisting of a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She awkwardly stood at Bucky’s door, knowing she’s entered this room countless times but for once it was a different reason. She wanted so badly to return to her room, questioning why she said yes to him when he asked to sleep with him. In the end it was only going to hurt her even more in the end when Bucky looked over to her from his bed. “I won’t bite you unless you ask me to.” He grins as she rolls her eyes before stepping into the room. It felt warm in there, it felt right. She shook off that feeling before she finally was at the edge of the bed as she looked to him.
“Which side?” She asked as he patted the pillow by the wall as she crawled onto the bed before laying down. She faced the wall feeling her entire body heat up at the thought of being in his bed, it smelled like him too. She forced back a squeak when she felt the bed shift as his body body was almost pressed against her own. She could feel her own pulse racing in her chest as she clenched the sheet beneath her, trying to calm down her labored breathing. Her lower lip was worrying in between her teeth when she felt him snake his arm around her waist as he pulled her flushed against his body finally.
She was trying to ignore the thing poking against her thigh as she snapped her eyes shut to think of anything else but with his warm breath on her neck she couldn’t focus. “J-James?” She asked softly but he didn’t reply at first. “Yes?” He asked quietly as she felt his hand run up her hip towards her side. “W-What are you doing?” She asked trying not to have a tremble in her voice. “Just for tonight.” He pleaded as her eyes widened before she immediately shot off the bed when he looked up to her. “Why?” She asked unable to hold back the tears as the trailed down her face when she clenched her fists angrily, wanting to swing and deck him a good one.
“Why what?” Bucky asked afraid he had finally crossed the line as he looks at her. The only light in the room was his small lamp that made her look even more torn apart that she already felt. “Do you like toying with people’s emotions? Do you want to fuck me that badly? Because I’m the only girl you know that you haven’t fucked?” She demanded as Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat up on the bed. “What? No! No (Y/N). I don’t want that.” He said shaking his head. “Then why ask just for tonight?” She sobbed covering her mouth as he stood up from the bed when she backed away from him. “Because, I… I didn’t think you wanted me after everything.” He said softly.
“Are you frickin’ kidding me?” She asked angrily. “I’ve been trying to drop hints! Why do you think I moved in with you so quickly! I thought you wanted me, but you started dating every other girl than me! I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She covered her face when he pulled her hands away. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. You were too good for me. You are perfect (Y/N)… I didn’t deserve that. I still don’t.” He sighed when he let out a small chuckle. “I actually got hit by the woman I was with… because I said your name instead of hers.” He said as (Y/N) looked to him before pulling him into a kiss when he cupped the back of her head immediately kissing back.
“Do you love me?” She asked. “Of course I do.” He whispered when her hand snaked into his hair as she tugs on it. “Say it.” She demands. “I love you.” He gasped softly. “Who do you love? Say my name.” She growled. “I love you (Y/N).” He grunted as she pulled him into another kiss. “That’s right, and that you’ve said it. You can’t play around anymore.” She said when he smiles sliding his hands onto her waist. “Why would I play around when I have what I want right in front of me?” He asked before he pulled her legs up to wrap around his hips as her nails dug into his shoulder while she held onto him. “How about we continue where we left off?” He asked grinning.
He led her over to his bed as he laid her down when he noticed her slightly nervous vibes causing him to frown. “(Y/N), if you aren’t comfortable doing anything right now we can wait. I’ve waited this long what’s a little longer.” He shrugged as pain etched onto her facial features. “But that’s what I’m scared of. What if I make you wait too long and you don’t love me anymore?” She asked as his eyes softened “Whoa whoa, stop right there. Okay, I know I haven’t been doing the best at the moment, but I’m not lying when I said I love you. You are the first and only girl I’ve been in love with.” He said cupping her face gently when she looked at him.
“I want to do this with you James… I’m nervous because you’re someone I’ve loved for so long… I so afraid I’ll just disappoint you, or something–” She was cut off by his lips pressing against her own. “Let’s stop thinking okay? No more bad thought. Tonight is about you and me.” He whispered as she nods softly to him. “Alright good. If there is anything you don’t want to do please stop me.” He said as his hand slowly slid up her leg towards her shirt when he looked into her eyes silently asking for permission. She nods smiling with a look that tells him that she trusts him with this as he removed the material flicked it away to not be seen until at least morning.
“You know you have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want the neighbor’s to hear.” He winks as she rolls her eyes. “Like any of the girls you brought in here were ever quiet.” She said before her breath caught in her throat when his warm hands slid up to cup her breasts as he smirks. “Well that’s different. I’m the only one who gets to hear your beautiful noises from now on.” He counters as her face flushes. “Jealous much?” She asked giggling before gasping as his tongue slowly licks up the column of her throat causing a tingle sensation to arise. Her fingers carded through his hair before she tugged at the brown locks gently as he let out a growl vibrating against her skin making her shudder.
“Can you blame me?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he sat up in between her legs. “You are something truly magnificent.” He grins as she forces herself not to cover her face, because the one she loved was over her. Everything she ever dreamed of happening was right in front of her and it was overwhelming to say the least. If this was a dream she never wants to wake up. She pulled him down into a kiss when she flips them around as his eyes widened. She doesn’t say anything as she kisses down his neck downwards while Bucky watches her when his lower lip was caught between his teeth. It wasn’t that (Y/N) was experienced, but it felt like she forgot everything now being here with Bucky. How could he have that effect on her?
Her hands were trembling, but she pulled off his boxers immediately as she drops them off the bed when she looks at him. Her eyes widened for a moment seeing Bucky entire face a dark shade that covered to the tips of his ears. “James?” She asked softly. “God I didn’t know it’d be this embarrassing in front of you.” He mumbled when she started to laugh softly. He looks to her when she sits up before leaning forward as she kisses him gently. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels this way.” She grins as he grins back when they both start to laugh. She returns back to the task at hand when she reaches down as her fingers wrap around his hardening cock.
He immediately jerks up letting out a strained grunt as she looks at him before leaning down when she presses a kiss to the tip of his flushed cock. Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as he let out a light pant feeling this coil start to form in his stomach. She took him into her mouth as she wraps her fingers around the base as she starts to suck while looking up at him. She bobs her head taking in as much of him as she can considering he was a little thicker than average. “Jesus Doll.” He whispered causing her to moan around his girth. He told her before that he was only going to call that to the woman he was in love with. Her heart swelled in happiness as she swallowed down more of him trying her hardest to take him to the root.
She pulled away panting harshly as her jaw started to ache while a string of saliva connected them before she immediately set back a faster pace. She snapped her eyes shut swallowing down quickly before her gag reflex would kick in as Bucky threw his head back. Letting out a ragged moan as his fingers dug into the base of her scalp causing her to moan at the pained pleasure. “S-Shit.” He stuttered feeling like she was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. He pulled her away as he tried to catch his breath when she looked at him thinking she had done something wrong. “Remind me to let you continue that another time.” He replied as her face grew hot, but she was still smiling. He pulled her into a kiss tasting the precome that assaulted her tongue as he groaned.
He pulled her to where her head laid at the foot of the bed before he turned opening his night stand to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom. He dropped the condom onto the bed before he slowly removed her shorts noticing she had nothing on under them. He looked at her as she flips him off before he starts to laugh leaning down to kiss her. “Hey easier for me.” He mumbled before he popped open the cap. He drizzled some into his hand as he rubbed it together to make it warm before he trailed his other hand down towards her soaked folds. “You’re so wet.” He smirks running his index finger down her slit causing her to jolt upwards when he just grazed her clit. “F-Fuckin’ tease.” She whimpered out as her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her.
“Only for you.” He chuckles before she gasped softly feeling his index finger that was covered in lube gently circle around her opening. “P-Please.” She whispered, feeling like a fool because she hated begging but right now she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. “So impatient.” He comments slipping the tip inside as she pants. “I’ve been patient long enough you ass.” She snipped back as he smirks. “Feisty.” He resorts before slowly pushing his finger all the way inside as he starts to massage her velvety walls making her softly moan. Bucky felt something prickly his skin at the sound that escaped her parted lips as he started to move the finger faster.
“J-James, Another.” She said as she tilted her head back to expose her throat when he leaned down sucking a bruise onto her skin, marking her, claiming her as his and his alone. He slides in another finger as he slowly scissors them apart as her hips buck up to gain more friction. He pins her with his free hand as he curls his fingers when she gasps before moaning loudly. “Found it.” He proclaimed as if he struck gold when he curled his fingers up again before massage it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her hands immediately came up and dug for purchase in his shoulders as her entire body started to tremble.
She gasps as he adds a third finger when he starts to move faster causing her to moan before she tries to cover her mouth. He immediately moves his hands from her hips as he pins both of her hands in his own with a small growl. “I want to hear them.” He whispered as his lips ghosted over her own causing her to shiver. “I need you.” She said. “Right now, inside me.” She panted as he groaned before slowly removing his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact. He sat up as he grabbed the forgotten condom when she took it from him before she opened it. She slowly sat up with him as she rolled it down onto him causing to him at the feeling of her hand on him again.
He covers himself with lube thoroughly because no matter how desperately he wants her, he could never hurt her. He laid her back down before grabbing a pillow to place under her hips to make her comfortable when he wiped his hand on the sheets. He slowly intertwined her hand with his left as he position himself with his right when he looked up at her. “You ready?” He asked as she smiles before squeezing his hand. “I’m ready.” She said as he slowly started to push in when her nails dug into the skin of his hand. He was a lot bigger than she ever had, feeling like she was splitting open, but in a good way. “You okay?” He asked panting slightly as his hips were flushed against her own.
“Yeah, just give me a second.” She said softly as he nods. He gritted his teeth, because he never knew that sex could be this intense and he hasn’t even moved yet. “You can move.” She said when he wrapped her arms around his neck. “You better hold on tight.” He said grinning as she rolled her eyes when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Show me what you got Barnes.” She smirked as he chuckled slowly pulling out causing them both to shudder before he thrusted back into hard. She moaned as he started a slow but hard pace causing the bed to start creaking while she held onto him, trying to bury her face into his neck to quiet her moans.
Bucky panted into her ear as he held her hips while he thrusted faster. Her moans were vibrating against his heated skin causing him to shudder at the feeling. He kissed her passionately as he gasped feeling her nails trail down his back creating red streaks across his skin. Her body was on fire, feeling like she was going to burst as tears of pleasure form in her waterlines. “J-James!” She gasps before moaning loudly as he starts to kiss down to her breasts when he licks her nipple. He kissed back up to her neck creating purple markings in his wake to make sure others knew that she belong to someone. “I-I’m so fucking close.” She moans.
Suddenly his fingers were digging into her hair as her jerks her head back making her moan out. “Who do you belong to?” He demanded in a hoarse voice. “Y-You!” She cried. “Beg me to let you come.” He growled tugging on her hair as she gasped. “Please James! I need to come!” She gritted out feeling that burning sensation in her stomach building up. She knew she was close, she could practically taste it. She just needed that little push over the edge which she got the moment his started to rub fast tight circles around her clit. Her eyes snapped shut only seeing white as her orgasm flooded through her body causing her body to jerk upwards.
Watching her fall apart under him was something he only dreamed of and having her in front of him now with us a blissed out expression was even more breathtaking. He groaned feeling her muscles tighten around him as he thrusted a few more times before he gasped releasing into the condom. He slowly fell against her panting harshly as sweat dripped down his face before he slowly pulled out when he pulled the condom off. He sat up before he threw it away as he turned back to her, watching the rising and falling of her chest. “I’ll be back.” He said getting up before he walked into the bathroom as she laid there for a moment just basking in the aftermath.
He returned as he wiped the sweat off of her body before he put back on her short and one of his shirt considering he had accidently ripped her when he took it off her body. He pulled on his boxers before holding her in his arms with his legs wrapped loosely around his body and arms around his neck as he supported her with a hand under her ass. He changed the sheets before laying her down onto his bed as he laid down beside her, pulling her against him. He sighed softly feeling better than he had in a very long time as he kissed her forehead before pulling the covers over both of them when they both slowly fell asleep for the night.
The morning sun was pouring into the room of the sleeping couple when there was the sound of laughter in the room. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she looked at Bucky who was still fast asleep causing her to frown. She looked up to the open bedroom door to see Steve and Tony standing there looking at them. “Steve! Tony!” She exclaimed as Bucky immediately sat up, ready to fight whoever. “What are you two doing here?” Bucky asked scrubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well we came to pick up (Y/N) to see if she wanted to hang out with us, and she wasn’t in her room. We checked everywhere before arrive here.” Tony explained grinning.
“And the surprise we got was the most interesting.” Steve chuckles as (Y/N) blushes. “Congrats you two.” Tony said dragging Steve out of the room as Bucky glances to her. “I’m going to just kill both of them.” She chuckles running a hand down her face to wake herself up as he chuckles. “You won’t (L/N) you’re all talk.” He said as flips him off before standing up when he pulled her back down onto his lap. She gasps looking to him as he lays his face in between her shoulder blades while his arms slowly wrap around her waist holding her there. “So.. (Y/N)?” He asked finally looking at her with a chuckle. “How about I make you some breakfast today?” He offers as she smiles feeling an ache settle in her hips, but it was a good kind of ache. “Sounds good to me.” She chuckles cupping his face before kissing him passionately.
Too many of our children are not growing up,
They’re growing in;
Instead of becoming engineers and building their future,
They are becoming mathematicians,
Counting calories on scales they can never live up to.
And what do we have to offer them but empty plates?
In open hands We feed them magazines,
Full of images of what they perceive is pretty;
And they will take it,
Their five fingered forks
Filling their empty bellies with dead trees,
Hoping the branches won’t break on the way,
While we cut them down;
Their idols Imposters;
Neon paintings of people who never existed,
Splayed on billboards to be dissected by the masses,
Their holy guts a crucifix to beauty;
And they eat them up,
Getting stuck in their teeth,
Like wish bones that were never whole.
They’re left unfulfilled,
Starving for the next thing,
As we shove packages marked ‘fat free’
Down into their core
And preach epidemics of obesity,
But we never taught them to be full.
We teach them ribs are sexy,
So they count every one,
A notch in their belt;
Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes attractive,
That the gap in their thighs should be wide enough,
To see the girl behind them,
And send them to their Graves early;
Long before they’re dead.
Because being frail means you are a woman;
We made them women before they even knew.
We shamed their bodies with smiles on our faces,
So they wouldn’t know the difference,
And then watched them fade away
Congratulating every pound.
We need to teach them size doesn’t matter;
To wear their joy.
That they are more then three syllables,
Worth more then a 9 letter word;
That every angle and curve is perfect
Because there’s no one in the world like them.
That editing programs do not create people,
And the next time someone makes them feel
less then fucking perfect,
Shove their forks in their faces
And give them something they can chew.
is one of the most recognizable dinosaurs of all. With a name that means “plated
reptile,” Stegosaurus is a favorite
among dinosaur enthusiasts. An herbivore, this dinosaur roamed western North
America during the late Jurassic Period, between 145 and 150 million years ago.
small, simple teeth and weak jaw muscles. Scientists believe these reptiles
were not effective chewers and ate vegetation that grew low to the ground, most
likely ripping and swallowing most of it whole.
Growing up to 25 feet long, Stegosaurus had tall, bony plates that lined its back. While these
plates probably offered protection, they were also crisscrossed by blood vessels
and may have been used to regulate the animal’s body temperature or to signal
to other Stegosaurus individuals. Stegosaurus also featured paired spikes
on its tail, which it used for protection against large carnivorous dinosaurs such
as Allosaurus. A few Allosaurus fossils have even been found
with what are believed to be wounds inflicted by the tail of Stegosaurus.
Photo Credit: Joshua Franzos for Carnegie Museum of Natural History
My friend got engaged to her pilot boyfriend and they’re so happy and he was so cute about it and made the announcement over the intercom as they flew to Bali and they’re so rich ugh and perfect and I don’t know I just had this idea and wanted to continue the trend of Y/N being a successful, confident, and amazing woman and yeah hope you all enjoy yay!
Harry had never been one to indulge in his riches. Sure, he found comfort in thousand dollar button-ups and Gucci shoes, but if it wasn’t for his rockstar appearance one would hardly find him spending any extra money on the lavish lifestyle he could easily lead.
And getting a private jet hadn’t even been his idea to begin with. He’d flown on commercial airlines quite often and was used to sitting on a long plane ride for ample amount of time amongst strangers secretly ogling him. But it was the idea of having his own pilot that finally put the last nail in the coffin on his private jet plans.
Ok so you’re a witch, yes? And you want an altar, but can’t make one because you’re trapped in the broom closet, yeeees?
Well, how about making a simple, non-expensive hidden/travel altar?
What you’ll need:
A shoe box, a pencil case (preferably a hard plastic, non-transparent one), or an eyeglass case (they don’t work as well as pencil cases, but they’ll do)
Colorful markers/crayons/colored pencils
stuff to put in your altar
What to do:
If you worship a deity, take a notecard and write down their name and/or a sigil you associate with them. Alternatively, you can print off a picture of them instead. If you like, you can tape/glue the notecard/photo to the roof of the case.
If you want a pentacle, take another notecard and draw one there.
Things to put into your new travel altar might include…
Sigils drawn on notecards (You can cut the cards smaller if needed)
An unsharpened pencil (for a wand)
A feather (Air)
A rock/stone (Earth)
A seashell (Water)
Small candles/tea lights/birthday candles (Fire)
A small bottle/vial/jar/container/plastic bag of salt
Crystals/gems you like
Herbs/Flowers/Plants you like/use
Spells/Curses you like/use written onto notecards
Any things that you associate with your craft
Things you associate with your deity/tributes to them
A small offering bowl/plate
A mini tarot deck/deck of playing cards
A tiiiiny bell
A small glass/chalice
A mini cauldron
A mini broom
Other misc. Witchy stuff
Magic doesn’t and shouldn’t have to be expensive. A witch with a pencil wand and shoebox altar is just as valid as a witch with a gem-embedded wand and a lavish altar.
- Lotor isn’t always the best at the sentimental stuff, so Lance has to kind of learn his language. Lotor doesn’t understand why he can’t just behead the guy who insulted Lance’s honor.
“Lotor, babe, that’s not how you make friends.” “I don’t want to be his friend, I want him dead.”
He doesn’t know why he can’t shower Lance with constant and extravagant gifts.
“Lotor…. don’t you think this is a bit much?”
“For you? Nonsense.”
“I don’t mean it that way…”
“Money is no object if that’s what you’re implying.
"No… i just meant that I don’t need all those things to love you.”
Lotor doesn’t know if he believes that. He’s not nice. Lance is. He knows this. So instead he says “I spoil you because I love you.”
- Lotor doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved by his parents. So when Lance comes home with his Galra boyfriend he’s expecting Lance’s parents to treat him like an outsider. He treats every interaction like a trial where he has something to prove and failing means losing Lance which is unacceptable. So he eats every plate of food that’s put in front of him, by the fifth plate he wants to throw up or die, probably both. He lets the little kids crawl all over him, even as they pull his hair and tug at his ears and he has a migraine afterwards. He drinks the beers that are put into his hand even as they make the migraine worse. And he listens to everyone that talks to him even though he doesn’t understand much of Earth and he dares not speak of himself, well aware that he’s new and being prince of an oppressive empire isn’t exactly the definition of the perfect mate for a paladin of voltron. Then Lotor disappears and Lance cant find him anywhere. “He’s been very good Lance but he seems shy. We wont bite. If he has boundaries he can let us know. He’s getting to know us. We dont mind getting to know him,” his mom says. And he hears her but his eyes search for his love. He searches the whole house and finds him upstairs in the bathroom. He’s hunched over the toilet, spilling everything in his stomach out and Lance gasps as he realizes he’s sobbing in between heaving. “Lotor what happened?” And Lotor just breaks down. “It’s too much. Too much food. Too many kids pulling my ears and my hair. Too many beers. My head hurts and I don’t belong here with you. They won’t accept me. They won’t accept me because I’m weak and then you’ll leave” and Lance’s heart breaks. “Oh, baby they already accepted you. The moment I told them I loved you they accepted you.” It takes a few more reassurances after he cleans Lotor up but Lance knows they’ll be okay. The next day, Lance’s mom only offers two plates, the kids are more gentle with Lotor, petting his hair and showing him their toys, Lance’s brothers only offer beer twice and they all make sure to ask him questions about himself. And that’s when Lotor knows they’ll be okay.
- They are both extra af beauty gurus and fashionistas. Lance gets Lotor into earth fashion and Lotor introduces Lance to the universes vast and advanced skin care. They travel the universe shopping at different malls and spending the day in different spas. They, with the help of Pidge, create a universal app that functions like Snapchat and they are a popular couple on several planets. They becomes the poster children of galra/human relations since Keith won’t let himself be professionally photographed. They like to do -Uni-Tube fashion hauls and they have billions of subscribers from various planets. Zethrid thinks they’re ridiculous but Ezor thinks they’re cute.